Gemotions

The coffee cup nearly shattered in David’s hand as he reread the email. Sarah. *Senior Software Engineer*. He could barely breathe. He'd practically worshipped her, her "complex projects" and "demanding deadlines" forming the backdrop of every conversation. He’d even considered quitting his own job – a perfectly respectable position in marketing – to pursue coding.

He felt the familiar thrum of a headache beginning behind his eyes. He tossed the laptop onto the couch, the screen flashing the words "Part-Time Dog Walker - Apply Now!" He felt his teeth grind together. He hadn't noticed the details. He'd been too busy being impressed, too busy picturing their future filled with tech conferences and late-night coding sessions.